You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) "Well..." She hesitates as she shutters from the ice cold breeze coming through the entrance as the candles flicker, " If you insist, I come from a deep forest near Nor,Asath, My mother was a fine woman, she... "Aki pauses to tighten her grip of her coat, as if this was hard to retell, " She taught me her ways of archery, weaving, and cooking, but when I was 8 she fell ill and the village elder told the alchemists to find a root that could cure any illness but they never found one and my mother died." She winces from remembering these terrible events," Now I've moved on and have been traveling to find an alchemist to teach me," She looks up with determination," I'm sorry but i must be off," and with a swish of her coat and a wave goodbye she is off.
